I had given up on rock and was in the middle of raising a couple of male offspring. Wife. Kids. Dog. Cat. 9-5 job.
Then, on the little 25 in in the master br one night, the “Smells Like Teen Spirit” video played. I jumped out of my middle aged doldrums and sat up as if I was 19, full of drugs, and driving 90 mph again. I was energized.
I followed this band, bought their previous albums, bought their follow-on albums, and one day we baby-sat a dear friend’s puppy.
We put it in the garage as we went to work and school (for the boys) and came home at 6 PM. The pupply had eaten through the door from the garage into the house. Shredded the wood.
As smoke came out my ears and I contemplated what to do with the dog’s testicles, my 12 yo son came running into the garage. “Kurt Cobain’s dead!” Suddenly, dog testicles were no longer permeating my brain. “What?”. “Kurt Cobain committed suicide!”.
We raced inside and turned on the TV and for days were saddened by the worst event since the murder of John Lennon.
Yes, Nevermind has had a lasting impression on me and my family.
